"tnt" poems
battling demons
or suffering PTSD
with ADHD
and OCD
on TCH
looking for LSD –
need a little TLC
from the FDA
the EPA
just went MIA
and the UN
blames the FBI
while the CIA
and the NSA
seek the PLO –
brb
LOL, IDK
the shizzle is cray cray
****** be trippin
er’ry day
like Ross say
“don’t **** wit me” –
the USA
in betrothed to the NRA
and OSHA
just gave me a passing score
at the same time as the AMA
failed my blood
stylistically, this is MLA
and functionally it’s more WWE
TNT
CNN
t’n’a --
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
To me you show choir is really cool. There are 16 singer dancers' 1 drummer' 1 piano' 1 guitar' And string instruments. Of course I am auditioning for drummer. Because I am one. Everyone will think I am phenomenal. Because I am. I will blow people's mind like tnt mixed with grenades ' bombs'C4' And Fire. I am that good. But is it only 7th and 8th graders. So next year they will need a drummer. And next year that part will be mine. And no one will take it for me.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
\ . /
\ . ^ /..
= < • > =
/ V \
**/ /
\ \
| |
\ \
/ /**
••••••••••
••••••••••
sparking at the end
•eating away at my wick•
forcing me into a backward bend•
now by the second I tick...•I am truly
seething•I am... TNT•I am so close to
exploding...•I am...incendiary•it feels
like a crime•but..............there isn't left
much room•it's just a matter of time•
before I finally decide to go...fizz...
fzzzs...sszz...fizzle...ssszzfzz...
KABOOM!•
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
I
I wish I’d seen it sooner, you are parallax,
Your lipstick fooled me for so long, you catalyst,
You trapped me in my own heart, you are Calypso,
I kept my fears hidden behind a mental citadel,
You tore it down, your touch was selcouth,
But only to me, you were too beautiful, you are kalopsia
II
Even your fingernails lied, you are kalopsia,
I shouldn’t come down from cloud nine, this parallax
Should’ve been more apparent, not selcouth,
Not how I thought it, you are TNT, a catalyst,
You demolish with your winks, even my citadel
Fell before you, but you still kept me in, you are Calypso.
III
Tell everyone you’re real, you are Calypso,
You are not a myth, you are simply kalopsia,
A breathtaking lie, you didn’t need a citadel,
Nobody could break you anyway, you are parallax,
But you’re evil at all angles, you are the catalyst
Of all things lonely, this no longer feels selcouth.
IV
You are kalopsia, the gorgeous catalyst.
You are parallax, wrecking citadels.
You are not selcouth; you are Calypso.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
#1-- Legacy
This city was my ancestors' town.
We have laid tar on your horse-paths-
a university grew from Riverview roots-
you chopped firewood from the
great-great grandfathers
of these trees.
#2-- saint cloud sounds like
midnight, shoemaker: haunted cries.
munsinger's melody: scurries & chirps.
when TNT shatters granite at the quarry.
pucks' percussion at the brooks center.
buzz of summers on lake george's shore.
somalia & scandinavia, singing.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
Wonderland has an alleyway you know,
said Alice to her grandson of three.
It's not all shoes, and ships, and ceiling wax,
unbirthdays and cups of tea.
Where the white rabbit is on time for once.
From South Africa he ran,
To be tried before the red queen -
for shooting Mary Ann.
It's where the buildings are not simply filled
with cakes and cups of tea;
They explode - not from happiness -
but planes and TNT.
Where we need not paint the roses red
nor support the white knights plight.
For recently he lost his head -
Now they're painting England white...
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
Ang mga bati mo
Ay laging may ngiti
At ang bawat bulaslas ng iyong labi
Ay may kasamang tawa
Na kay tamis sa pandinig
Pero
Nung tiningnan ko
Ang iyong mga kumikinang na mata
Aking napansin na ang mga ito'y sanay
Na pala sa luha at nung
Hinawakan ko
Ang iyong mga matipunong kamay
Naramdaman ko na ikaw pala'y
Nanginginig
Sa takot at galit
*Ewan ko sa 'yo pero
Hindi ko na matiis ang iyong hinagpis.*
Lumabas ka na sa iyong pagtatago.
Walang ikabubuti
Ang iyong makasariling pagsasarili
At
Higit sa lahat
Huwag na huwag
**** kakalimutan
Na ako ay para sa iyo at
Nandito lang ako palagi.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Slow sips of cyanide, to complete my sweet suicide.
Adamant about absolution,
My mind has masterminded a revolution.
Addicted to anarchy and aggression,
Nobodies kept voted for nomination.
Tasty tar-treats, flavored of TNT,
Humor my hallucinations of this God-forsaken nation.
Abandoned, alone and arrested,
I give up on this Vindication
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
The riddle of me
Is bullets of art
Shooting ink stains
In your heart
So you'll always love me
And my mentality
Is a mental breakdown
Of three things
Words, beats and rhymes
Ahead of my time
Thinking of blasting stars
Around your head
Knocked down
Out for the count
Going old school
Wylie getting chased around
On the road running
Laps at the speed of sound
Dropping TNT
Boom
Anvils like beats
Flattening you out
Gettin dizzy quickly
Spinnin and spinnin
Thinking freely
It's my territory
Down a black hole
Following the white
Rabid junk dealing
Cat selling smiles
Getting mad feeling
The wheels are turnin
Inside out
A needle sewn
Through the vane
Injection infection
Man in the mirror
It's a sight to see
Through the glass
Pictures like a memory
Before my rhymes crash
And you see the other side of me
Revealing my destiny
Going insane
I'm the only one to blame
The ink stains
They're smothering me
Slithering inside me
Covering my body
The only thing to see
Is my heart exposed
But you all love me
With these rhymes
And flows
A new era
Another time
A blast from the past
But I'm heading to the future
89 miles an hour
And I'll return
Brake checkin
With tire tracks that burn
With doc in an urn
To lure you in
Back to where it all begins
Tattoos of a heart
Deep within my skin
To replace the oxygen
Breathing nitrogen
Ink stained again
Graffiti trigger
Spraying art
Deadly sins
Bullets tearin you apart
But these are my words
And they come from the heart
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
i am a resentment factory.
i build and construct my resentments by manual labor
with fine tuned finger movements.
but then the industrial age happened, and i started
mass producing my resentments.
a great sage from galaxy far far away once said
"fear leads to anger. anger leads to hate. hate leads to suffering."
o how true that's been for me. my factory of resentment leads to
anger, and mass production of anger leads to self hatred.
i am left with a box full of resentments and anger that just sit in storage.
the beauty of all of this is that my factory is run on fear, the main power source.
i need to shut the power off and blow up the factory.
anybody got some TNT?
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
My world.
And my way of making friends.
If you can stand to get to know me,
then you already know I accept you.
That you were in my mind, my friend, after one word.
I was already willing to ask you to go to the end of the world with me.
Because I build bridges with TNT.
When I say hello and knock on your world I don't use my fist.
I don't use a hammer.
I don't use a sledge hammer.
I use one of those giant gigantic ***** that break down whole walls.
I'm tearing down this whole city of yours just to get to know you better,
because my world is an open canvas and anyone can paint my world red.
Any detail you could ever want to know is on the tip of my head.
It's not on my tongue, because my life never hides in the dark.
I will invade every crevasse of your being, if you let me.
Because to be honest I want to know everything.
You are special to me, even if I'm not special to you yet,
because to me I've already accepted you.
Since in my world you make friends by doing.
Even though you or I have just said Hi, I don't want to say goodbye.
I want to be able to see you in the future;
I want to know that everything has gone well for you.
That with my TNT bridge making skills, they jolted us into each others lives.
That after my first soft spoken words, you knew that you could trust me.
Even though we haven't met yet, since I'm still in my room right now.
And you are somewhere doing something I've made this for you.
This will be here to let you know.
That we are already friends.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
The other day I passed by a homeless family
All 10 sitting under a mango tree
They didn't have much but they seemed happy
Now here we learn a valuable lesson
We don't need money to solve everything
Maybe peace is a lot more simpler
Smile show a simple or two
Or try to have a conversation with someone new
We all co exist in a world that was meant to be limitless
But now we engage in a never ending conflict
That's so sick, it makes me nauseous
So let's be cautious
Of how we let the young kids talk
It can go from a computer screen to a life long sentence and a death row walk
Cause look ignorance is bliss
And we can't pass this
We learn to respect and prioritize
But we fail to realize that this can also lead to carelessness
It's nothing less than how we carry ourselves
We minimize this never ending flow or we criticize
So *** it who cares what he's wearing
Your tearing this kid apart with his tagged clothes
But you don't know the story
Never had anything like a young Kody
Grew up in the projects a 12 story building
Moms a crack addict never tried rehabilitatin
Dad works 9-5 trying to fulfill his families ever needs
Living off of food stamps and EBT
This **** is no acting like TNT
Plenty was never in his vocabulary
He prays to god and at times asks "why me"
Feels like he's being beat
Feels like everything is getting worse in this universe
So next time you think you are cursed with having it worse
Listen to my words and every verse
Cause world peace is key
It helps us create an ideal reality
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
I look at you
eyes red with regret
and longing for the someone
that didn’t love you like you wanted.
You shift under the world you are holding
with your shaking hands
as you begin to fold under the pressure
you weren’t meant to endure.
I see you lock the doors to your heart
pushing everyone away
like you are TNT
that is waiting to explode.
Satisfaction loses meaning
when all you wanted
was never allowed
and you still taste
what could have been
but wasn’t.
These days you find nothing
in a world that is trying to save you,
you chop away open arms
like branches from your favorite trees
and you lose yourself in loneliness
and self prescribed misery.
You stopped seeing beauty
and I am trying to understand how
I could make you love yourself again
even though he couldn’t.
When I look at you
the glass in my bones shifts
and open new wounds
because you hurting is synonymous
with me drowning
in all the ways I wish I could save you.
So I just sit here
hoping you make it
through ground shattering pain
like I did,
but I cannot tell the future
and all I can do is wait.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
I May Be Small and Tiny in all Things...
I have Friends that Love and Trust Me
If you MESS with my Friends
You MESS with ME...
I will Walk with Them Every Step of the Way...
If YOU MESS with My Family
You WILL Wish You Were Never Born.
For I Will Die For Them.
Don't Mess With Me...
Remember TNT and Dynamite Comes In Very Small Packages.
And I Am A Very Small Package....
11/16/08/ac
Oct 23, 2009
Oct 23, 2009 at 12:08 PM UTC
Only when I dream am I safe,I ****** hate the place I'm at,
I ****** hate the pace I'm at forced to slow down to a crawl,
**** you all I hate the four walls I'm constantly starin' at,
trapped in an evil habitat,as twitchy as an alley cat,
I'm feelin close to snappin necks,
leavin wrecks of bodies in the walls like my name is west,
my best years are flying past
while I'm constantly harassed by "so called" loved ones,
you're lucky I don't own a gun
-cause seriously don't push me cause I'm at my boiling point another joint?
maybe it'll help me chill,I'm so stressed its makin' me ill
and my friends can't help me,they've got their own probs man
plus I don't like to admit how suicidal Mr Sandman the tough guy is really feeling,
Astral project and punch the ******* ceiling
out of this glass house that's constantly throwin' rocks,
your self obsessed attitudes is seriously a load of ****
so I try and get my sleep on,
no more time with the leash on,cause the Sandman controls you there,
remember all the nightmares? you've been having recently...
its ME messing with your nocturnal life is payback for my days of strife,
and I can keep it up for years,investing in your deepest fears,
lets see how YOU like holding back the tears,damming up like a blocked weir,you won't be spreading fake cheer,
with the Sandman in full control,
your life your dreams,body and soul,
like Alice falling down the hole,
my goodness!,oh my gracious me,
you really shouldn't stress me,
I'll fill your mind with TNT,
mix it with some ***
you'll blow your mind like LSD,
and maybe then remember me!(to be continued)
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
There's a fire in my eyes
and a flood in my bones
and there's a soaking wet mop going
back and forth
back and forth
wiping up tears from loving him,
to loving him.
I can feel my heart blistering - I still can't believe that I was able to pack us in one paper grocery bag.
Your lyrics are stuck on replay as if they were the only sentence or question that makes sense - "what would you have me do other than love you?"
Practicing the idea of striving to be like the moon, my thoughts and love burned away in the light
and you were the quite forest that stood still-
saying nothing of the changing leaves or season.
Hands shaking like earthquakes.
Thoughts racing as time has.
My body has become a natural disaster.
The cigarette in my hand is nothing but the light to a stick of TNT that the town has come to watch burn away,
as if I was lying,
just as you were when you said you loved me.
I didn't pay attention to the sinking ship we were sailing,
all that mattered was that we were a float.
So one last time I'll ask -
what the moon is to do without the sun?
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
Dainty snowflakes dance down from the sky, a concoction of whimsy and nostalgia.
I see your face in the flurry, the nippy chill numbing my senses and bringing me back to the days we first met.
I remember the first day I kissed you, our lips ridden with nicotine and nervousness.
It took about two weeks for me to muster up the courage to kiss you, for our mouths to speak to eachother, without words.
The sensation of flesh against flesh, wrapped in eachother, and the fireworks I felt in that moment remind me of the windchill, sending shivers down my spine, igniting goosebumps as though you had pushed down on a TNT trigger, hidden inside of me.
I remember how I had pulled away from our embrace, hid my face in the folds of your flannel out of fear of being rejected- giggling and apologizing for the sloppiness of my love.
You wrapped me up in your arms, quieting my apologies, warmth radiating off of you like a space heater- a warmth I knew I could never resist ever again from that moment on.
Because of you, I've learned to love winter, almost as much as I love you.
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
It's bad enough
When the one you ****
Is not the one you love
It's even worse
When you turn your face
Can't look into their eyes
You've got it bad
You've got the curse
He can probably feel your lies
Make him leave
If you please
There's the open door
So I guess I can
"Do it" again
But in your eyes
Is where I long to lye
But here I am
Alone again
With only regret
No heart in my chest
Cause only you can be
The thing that awakens me
Only you can put my heart back in
You are the only cure I see
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
Place your ****** hands upon thy chest.
Let them melt thru and come to rest,
Inside, the battle ongoing, under thy breast.
Watch, eyes open, knowing, fearful.
Swiftly, with no hesitation, from within,
Rip open your body, exhaling the best,
And the worst of what you got.
The cool air rushes in,
Stirring the inside stew of:
Infected grime, shameful desires,
Secrets that should not have been exposed,
The ***** stuff that you alone know exists.
Contact with the atmosphere makes
Self-pity dies, blue blood turn red,
The TNT tightness explodes,
Ashamed, you have only one escape hatch.
Now, you are ready to write.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
Standing by the rodeo bleachers a cowboy named Stan
Watches the penned bulls with his bull rope in his hand.
The cowboy is trying to get his nerves to subside
Because his turn is next for his eight second ride.
The cowboy freezes and stares in awe,
As he hears the announcement of his luck of the draw.
The cowboy’s fear flows like the ebbing tide.
He tilts his hat and plans his eight second ride.
The bull he has drawn is mean and wild.
This cowboy has drawn a monster named Flower Child.
The cowboy stares at the majestic creature in the shoot;
He knows if he can stay on this bull, he will win all the loot.
The cowboy moves toward his nemesis with a long fast stride.
He climbs on the gate and readies himself for his eight second ride.
Flower Child is also ready and dances side to side with pride,
Ready to make this seem like the longest ever of his eight second rides.
The cowboy slowly mounts Flower Child from the side,
Wraps the rope around his hand and raises the other to signal ready for his eight second ride.
There aren’t many rules that the cowboy must abide,
But he must keep his free hand up and high for his eight second ride.
ONE: The bull jumps from the shoot all four legs off the ground.
Before its legs touch down Flower Child has spun completely around.
TWO: Airborne again Flower Child turns to the left and jumps to the right.
After a complete spin his hind legs hit the ground with a jolting might.
THREE: Jumping up, the bull comes down like a charge of TNT causing the cowboy to slide.
Trying to keep his balance and not end his ride, the cowboy shifts from side to side.
FOUR: Flower Child spins in a circle, like a dog chasing its tail,
As he turns, his hind legs kick up trying to make the cowboy bail.
FIVE: Flower Child, as if set to music, dances to and fro,
Jumping up and down he tries to give the cowboy a throw.
SIX: Moving left then spinning right the bull become airborne.
The cowboy is thrown forward, very close to the horns.
SEVEN: Flower Child begins to spin, spin, spin.
The cowboy’s hat flies off in the wind.
EIGHT: The sound of the whistle hits his ear,
And now there is a new fear.
The cowboy sits on top of this beast all alone.
There is no escape, there is no help; he must get off this monster on his own.
With the bull flying high, the cowboy throws his leg to the side.
In a cloud of dust he hits the dirt hard ending his eight second ride.
The bull snorts and saliva flies as he charges the cowboy that’s down,
But he is intercepted by a wild and crazy colorful clown.
Running, the cowboy grabs his hat and into the fence he collides.
On the other side of the fence he dust himself off and gets ready for his next eight second ride.
STANLEY HENDRIX
05/2008
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
I recruit
the virgins
to fly
a plane into my head
I wrap myself in TNT
and blow myself
no one else
There in Jerusalem, Iraq
I ran through all the scenes
in my head. Came up with
****** man
Violence is incorporated
into religion.
It ain't
the first
time.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
I'm an electron
In a nuclear family;
I'll take TNT.
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
I tell people I’m broken,
traumatized and terrified
of trysts with troublesome
feelings that fill me, fill me
fill me with butterflies
that paint pretty lies
all over the walls of my
beating broken heart.
The truth is that I am afraid
because every time I gave my heart away
it got thrown back in my face
and now I’m left here clutching
a hunk of ****** throbbing muscle
like, “What the **** do I do with this?”
If this is the thanks I get
for loving people but also
loving myself then you can take your
stupid holiday and shove it.
Because I want no part in
an ideal that says I have to
love people that hurt me.
Just because I’ll cut people out
faster than I cut out this **** heart
doesn’t make me cold or frigid.
All my apprehension,
all the distance I create,
all my reluctance to feel
the things I used to feel so freely,
that’s just walls.
I built walls to watch
as nobody tried to break them down,
as I ran away from letting people
get close enough to want to.
I’m holding out for the best,
the person that doesn’t make me
want to run anymore.
The person that takes TNT
to my walls and says,
"Let me love you,
you stubborn *******
I don’t know where they are,
I don’t know who they are,
the only things I can be certain of are
their existence and the fact that
they will find me.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
As time passed, the story grew-
each year, a bit more grand-
That Nelson took that strongbox-
And hid it elsewhere on his land
Greed is one of the “seven sins”-
Everybody loses, and nobody wins-
But the “want” for gold is a mighty strong thirst-
So his kin set out for a “family search.”
At morning’s dawn, the kinfolk came-
To search for gold, fortune, and fame-
They came with shovels, spades, and hoes-
And some “TNT”, so the story goes.
With disregard for propriety,
they descended upon the property-
Without a map, without a plan-
They spread out to search his land.
Now, the rabbits and the coyotes,
and the gophers(one or two)-
Gathered on a little knoll,
To get a better view.
They knew what was bound to happen-
It was just a matter of time-
When the dew had disappeared,
And the morning sun had reached it’s prime.
To Be Continued
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
Here is the difference between the t and the t:
Although they are alike, here is what you don't see.
You could see both in this war fought amongst leaves;
One's made from being crumbled while the other's from being beat.
Tyranny or teams, threats or truce,
Time, tattles, the, tame, though, this, tells, the, truth.
T is meant for drawing while t is meant to lose,
They both wanted peace; just one couldn't choose.
One gave you a gift and that gift was a cup.
It said "World's #1", but number 1 what...?
T, too, gave a present and this was your relief.
This gift was so grand that you let out a big scream!
I hope you guess the riddle and I hope this makes you think.
Because, t, is, the, tinker, the, tocker, in, the, tick.
T, thinks, thought, politely, through, thin, than, through, thick.
Or t doesn't think at all. Now isn't that a trick?
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC